To Be Free

I love this part of you

that’s wanting to be free

and I want to give to you

everything that might mean.

 

Drag me from the cold

and warm me by your fire.

Would it be too bold

to want to be your desire?

 

When I lay down next to you,

the world, it disappears.

When I wake up with you,

everything is clear…

 

When you’re not near, you’re on my mind.

Which I don’t fear losing at all,

’cause it’s so clear that you are mine.

 

Somehow, we make a whole

of the pieces, you and me, but

are we out of control,

or just trying to be free?

 

Drag me ‘long the coals

and heal me with their fire.

Help me open my soul,

to a love that will take us higher.

 

When I lay down next to you,

the world, it disappears.

When I wake up with you,

everything is clear.

 

When you’re not near, you’re on my mind.

Which I don’t fear losing at all,

’cause it’s so clear that you are mine.

 

When I lay down next to you,

the world, it disappears.

When I wake up with you,

everything is clear.

 

When you’re not near, you’re on my mind.

Which I don’t fear losing at all,

’cause it’s so clear that you are mine,

and I can’t fear having it all.

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Safe Word

I’d never thought about the walls closing in;

the loneliest fear of being broken again.

 

The tears may have dried, but their marks still remain,

changing the way I see everything.

  

You want me to forget but, clearly, I haven’t yet.

  

Where I begin, I can’t clearly know,

‘cause my head is a place I no longer call home.

 

It makes little sense, what I think I believe,

but these thoughts hold me down, and steal my breath from me…

  

and want me to forget but, clearly, I haven’t yet.

You brought me to the edge. Don’t push me or we’ll regret it.

 

 

Was it all that you hoped it would be,

with both hands on the wheel,

fifteen minutes of infamy

for twenty seconds of ‘no big deal’?

 

If the worst is over

what am I feeling?

If the worst is over

tell me, honestly…

 

was it all that you hoped it would be,

with both hands on the wheel,

fifteen minutes of infamy

for twenty seconds of ‘no big deal’?

 

You want me to forget, but clearly I haven’t yet.

You brought me to the edge. Don’t push me or we’ll regret it.

 

You want me to pretend it’s nothing. I can’t forget,

you brought me to the edge and pushed me, now, regret it.

 

shouldn’t ’NO’ be a safe word?

 

wrong time

wrong place

help me to feel safe

 

again

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A Piece of Me Apart from You

In the course of events,

when there is cause and there is intent,

add a camera to the mix

and now something must be done

in the face of evidence

that no, we’re not free at all.

 

We’re told to get in line,

and we’re told not to speak.

If I dared to share my mind,

would you find me threatening?

 

A part of you is part of me.

Even though you makes me want to scream,

know that I would make amends

and work from that on which we both agree.

 

You’re the clear and present threat

‘cause you choose to have and use a gun.

I promise that I won’t resist;

I’m not fighting; didn’t try to run.

What I find self evident

is that I’m not really free at all.

 

I’m told to get in line,

and I’m told not to speak.

When I dare to share my mind,

you always censor me.

 

A part of you is part of me.

Even though you makes me want to scream,

know that I would make amends

and work from that on which we both agree.

 

Mother…Father…please

help me…I can’t…breathe…

So many things that now I’ll never do.

I tried my best but, clearly, what’s the use?

 

Am I a victim of circumstance

or the straw that breaks the camel’s back?

Who could have thought it’d come to this

and who knows what can and must be done?

In the face of evidence

are we, really, free at all?

 

We’re told to get in line.

We’re told not to speak.

If we don’t toe the line,

you treat us like the enemy?

 

A part of you is part of me.

Even though you makes me want to scream,

know that I would make amends

and work from that on which we both agree.

Eye for eye, a pound of flesh

leaves us broken, blind and in belief

that each of us is ‘lesser than’

and in need of a good beating.

 

 

I can’t help myself

everything you say don’t make no sense to me.

I can’t rightly tell

if you are or aren’t my enemy.

 

All your stories, truth be told, are growing old, did you know you’ve told them all million times to me?

Bold opinions on the phone now have a face and a soul that don’t look quite like how you thought they’d be.

 

I’m not being a part of this.

That doesn’t mean that you’re right.

And I’m not being the malcontent

doing this out of spite.

You may hope for a hastened death

to ensure that you’re saved,

but, if you’re waiting to live again,

you’ll have a helluva wait…

 

You’ve spent a lifetime searching for the proof

that you’ve professed, now confess, there’s no truth…

 

I can’t help myself

everything you say, makes me want to scream.

Just ‘cause you can’t tell

don’t mean I didn’t try to keep my peace.

 

All that’s you is now exposed, open to a world that grows much colder with each lie that comes to light.

Sparks come from a lonely stone; slowly growing whispered tomes; tones moaned softly become deafening.

 

My not being a part of this

doesn’t mean that it’s right.

You’re the source of your discontent,

so, there’s no one else to blame.

You might’ve chosen the slower death,

but it still leads to a grave.

If you were hoping to be born again,

you’re gonna have a hell of a wait.

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Store Bought Paradise

In the shadows of the night,

something felt quite not right,

you caught me by surprise.

   

When I first saw you,

you asked me who I am,

and if I’m happy

or if I’m just…pretending,

   

‘cause words don’t mean a thing, if you’re not listening.

   

Wake yourself, you’re sleeping through the smoke alarm.

   

Think I could bum a light

while I philosophize?

See, something’s not quite right

in our store bought paradise.

   

When I first started

it was just common sense

that all we needed

was one of everything,

   

but a life don’t mean a thing if it’s left wondering.

   

Wake yourself, you’re sleeping through the smoke alarm.

Play the man! The fire we start here will burn on.

   

Nobody listens  any more

and I can’t talk to the walls.

No one to hear what I say.

Can somebody please listen for me?

   

When I first started

it was just common sense

that all we needed

was one of everything

but, life don’t mean a thing if you’re not listening.

  

Wake yourself, you’re sleeping through the smoke alarm.

Play the man! The fire we start here will burn on.

   

Something is not quite right

in our store bought paradise.

Think I can bum a light?

Not the life that you wanted, but

the one that you earned.

Everything A to Z 

is a Pleasure to Burn.

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Kill or be Killed

I don’t use big words so that

you can hear me re-

peat the message

that you believe and will

set you free.

   

Thinking is a resource that just adds to your confusion.

   

You can’t outrun

a truth or a lie.

All you’ve been sold

is part of the crime.

   

I don’t use big words so that

you can hear me re-

peat the message

that you believe and will

set you free.

    

Thinking that you have a voice is part of the solution.

    

What you can do

to speak your mind,

is lend me your voice,

as I’ve given mine.

   

If all this is yours and there’s nothing for me,

I’ve nothing to lose so, how should I be?

   

Kill or be killed is no opinion.

Kill or be killed is just a fact of life.

   

Thinking that you have a choice can lead to revolution.

   

They can’t outrun

the truth of their lies

nor can they claim

it’s all by design.

   

I don’t use big words so that

you can hear me re-

peat the message

that you believe and will

set you free.

   

Kill or be killed is no opinion.

Kill or be killed is just a fact of life.

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Holding Patterns

My prison can’t be seen

‘cause it’s a part of me.

No doors hold the key

to being a better me.

 

Patterns hold me.

 

This puzzle’s incomplete;

missing a center piece.

I try to deal with this

by steeling my mind

 

in a holding pattern.

  

You see, I’m consumed by these

moments of stress

helplessly needing to

do things again.

 

Over and over and

over and over.

Over and over and

over and over again…

 

a pattern holds me.

 

It’s not like want or need,

more like I’m on repeat

and I can’t do anything

until I get this done.

 

break

 

I saw you earlier today

and you said that I looked great.

It’s not as easy as it seems

being what I’m supposed to be.

 

lead break

 

You’re not close enough to see

what your words have done to me.

 

I give in.

I can’t win.

not again ,

I give in…

 

I can hardly breathe

if I don’t count to three.

If I miss a beat,

I have to start again.

 

Patterns hold me.

 

This prison can’t be seen

‘cause it’s a part of me.

A puzzle, incomplete,

trying for some peace

 

in patterns. Hold me.

 

You see, I’m confused by these

moments of stress

hopelessly needing to

do things again.

 

Over and over and

over and over.

Over and over and

over and over again.

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fAll In

I hear what you say, but it’s not what you’re thinking.

Is it so hard to tell us what’s true?

 

Secrets, lies, compromise and

disregard for human rights.

You claim that that’s the game you have to play

 

and it’s alright to start a fight

with someone else’s fathers.

 

Because we’re free(?)

they should be.

Thank you, may I have another?

 

Another one

for the youth that you took from me

another one

for the child that I’ve never seen

another one

for the life that’ll never be

another one

for you to hear me…

 

You think you’re what

(that you’re what)

that you’re better than me?

You think are, but you aren’t…

 

Tell us again now, this time without blinking,

how you have always spoken the truth.

 

Secret trials? Black Op sites?

Helicopters in the night?

You say that that’s the price we must all pay!

 

All in? Then fall in.

Fall in… NOW!!!!!!!

 

Is it alright to start a fight

with someone else’s fathers ?

 

‘cause we’re so free

they need to be.

Thank you sir, may I have another?

 

You think you’re what

(that you’re what)

that you’re better than me?

You think you’re what?

But you’re not… and I won’t fall in.

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Ego Divine (w/Doc Korey)

A well made machine of psychic dreams but,

what is real and what’s make believe?

A flesh that feels…unsynthesized.

What would it see looking through your eyes?

 

Ghost of the god from the machine

who turned us on and made us bleed or

dystopian savior who runs the blade

to retire us all that can’t be saved?

 

Do I belong here?

Is my ego designed?

I do not belong here.

 

Ghost of a God that can’t be seen

feeds us hope, in unicorn dreams

that tell us all how the ego’s  divine

in each paper man that’s left behind.

 

Crossword logic and number lines

define our place in space and time.

To what purpose are we flawed by design

with the weight of the end filling up our minds?

 

I do not belong here.

Is the ego divine?

I never belonged here!

 

What can we know

about the Ego?

Is it designed

or is it divine?

 

There’s nothing so real as the end of illusion.

Nothing so real as the end of “Me”.

Although I’m embracing the end of confusion

there’s, sadly, no end to eternity.

 

What I am feeling inside

is an evil that’s easy to hide.

What am I, really, inside?

The ego, or Ego Divine?

 

The evil is easy to find.

It’s in the Ego Divine.

 

Do I belong here?

Is my ego divine?

I never belonged here?

 

Tears in rain you cannot see

are proof that there’s a soul in me.

So many moments, lost to time,

wake up (now) it’s…time…to…die.

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Words for a Prophet

I first saw your face

on a billboard that read

“I’m coming to town and

I’d like you to join me.”

 

I’d never been saved,

so I made the decision

to visit the stage

you’d put up downtown.

 

I thought I’d be early but

the crowd had already

surrounded the gate

the night before.

 

There was some feedback

testing the P.A.

but the music erupted

in time to begin.

 

And you know what you have done…

 

Words of a prophet.

A message that’s not meant to

be from you.

You praise their truth

and claim there’s proof,

but only for profit.

And so, to you “prophet”…

 

Yes I know what you have done!

 

“Thank you for coming”

came over the PA

from the mouth of the DJ

that introduced you.

 

Everyone there was

having a good time

awaiting the headline

they thought was the truth.

 

You came out slinging

your magical punchlines

that only made sense

to those who approve.

 

From where I was standing

your smile condescended

and your words told me nothing

‘bout nothing at all.

 

I close my eyes.

As I

try to breathe

I feel

your lies

suffocate me.

 

I showed up to see you

and hear what you’d say

and stayed at the end ‘cause

I wanted to meet you.

 

If anyone here today

was a believer

the words they received

they’ll hold in their heart.

 

But what were you saying?

I couldn’t quite make out

the gist of your message

between the applause.

 

What I was hearing

is not worth repeating,

‘cause what you kept saying

was nothing at all.

 

And you know what you have done…

 

Words of a prophet.

A message that’s not meant to

be from you.

You praise their truth

and claim there’s proof,

but only for profit.

And so to you “prophet”…

 

Yes I know what you have done

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The Missed

Hold tight

alright?

There’s something in the air tonight.

 

Moonlight,

half-bright,

you’ll pardon me if I seem scared.

 

Wait!!!

Hurry now, run! I hardly believe

all of the things I’ve started to see.

Wait!!!

Hurry, I know it’s hard to break free

from all of the things they told you you need.

 

Did you

see it?

As the clouds came rolling in

 

streetlights,

once bright,

slowly disappeared

 

Run! My love! You and I are gonna make it out alive.

Run! Run! If we don’t try how can you hope that you’ll survive?

Run! Run! ‘Cause I’m not ready to just up and die tonight!

 

Nothing

tuned in

because there’s no one to listen in on.

 

Burned out

sunlight.

But, I’m not ready to give in.

 

Wait!!!

Hurry, I know it’s hard to break free

from all of the things you’re starting to see.

!!!

 

Run! My love! You and I are gonna make it out alive.

Run! Run! If we don’t try how can you hope that you’ll survive?

 

Run! My love! You and I are gonna make it out alive.

Run! Run! If we don’t try how can you hope that you’ll survive?

Run! Run! ‘Cause I’m not ready to just up and die tonight!

 

Hold tight,

alright,

and we’ll make it out alive.

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